"Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. The men have never had so much work to do since they banded. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. ‘Did I say so? When last heard from you were claiming some good English name. " The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. She looked about and discovered a door partially hidden by shadow. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II.
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